I can’t
Hold on
Any longer.
I’m stretched
So thin.
I constantly
Ask myself…
Why do I
Repeatedly do this
To myself?
For what cause
Do I cry for
Reasons that
Are unknown.
Why does it
Feel like a
Piece of my
Dwindles everyday.
I just want
To be happy
And ecstatic
About life.
I crave to
Be able to
Smile without
Faking it.
I want to
Discontinue
Feel sorry
For myself.
Everyday
Becomes worse
Than the last.
There is no where
For me to turn.
The pain inside of me
Becomes unbearable
And all I
Want to do is
Die.
I inflict a crimson rain
And parish
From the world
That gave me
So much turmoil.